the good he had done there lasted for years and years; he was long
missed and deeply mourned--at least, so far as anybody could mourn one
who was gone on such a happy journey.

Whither he went, or who went with him, it is impossible to say. But I
myself believe that his godmother took him on his traveling-cloak to
the Beautiful Mountains. What he did there, or where he is now, who can
tell? I cannot. But one thing I am quite sure of, that, wherever he is,
he is perfectly happy.

And so, when I think of him, am I.




THE INVISIBLE PRINCE

THERE were a king and queen who were dotingly fond of their only son,
notwithstanding that he was equally deformed in mind and person. The
king was quite sensible of the evil disposition of his son, but the
queen in her excessive fondness saw no fault whatever in her dear
Furibon, as he was named. The surest way to win her favor was to praise
Furibon for charms he did not possess. When he came of age to have a
governor, the king made choice of a prince who had an ancient right to
the crown, but was not able to support it. This prince had a son, named
Leander, handsome, accomplished, amiable--in every respect the opposite
of Prince Furibon. The two were frequently together, which only made the
deformed prince more repulsive.

One day, certain ambassadors having arrived from a far country, the